Satish Verma Poems

Your layers are
thick. You will invite the
stains of fallen stars.
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Moon was looking
in my eyes. Time to sink my
ship coming apart.
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Tell me how to break
the moon, when night weeps
to bring home stars.
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It was a celebration.
You were ready to start
self-questioning.
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Standing alone
in darkness of stairwell
searching light.
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I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps,
and stars play the chess.
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No more I will
confront you in rain after
imprint of peach lips.
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When I bring moon,
flower, will you simmer in
haemophilia?
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Come, sit beside me
holding my hand.
We will look at the moon.
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Moon winks.
I collect darkness
to make sun.
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